CHAPTER 391: CHAPTER 389: INEXPLICABLE

Although Wen Qiao had always considered herself the "little aunt" in front of Qi Ming after she and Fu Jinghen got engaged, she was somewhat caught off guard when Qi Ming unexpectedly called her "little aunt" for the first time.

Fu Jinghen didn’t rush her, but the look he gave Wen Qiao was tinged with some indescribable emotions.

It took Wen Qiao a good while to snap back to reality. She looked at Qi Ming’s constipation-like expression and wanted to laugh, but she held it in, out of consideration for his dignity, and grunted in acknowledgment.

However, her trying-not-to-laugh expression took on a different flavor in Fu Jinghen’s eyes.

It seemed a bit bitter.

Director Li had given them a unified time, but since the MCs were all traveling from different places to Yun City, their flights were definitely not the same.

Wen Qiao, Fu Jinghen, and Qi Ming arrived a bit earlier.

Before each episode was filmed, the production team always arrived at the location the night before the hosts to make some arrangements and such.

This time, with the addition of Fu Jinghen, the enthusiasm of the production team to pick them up was unprecedented.

Director Li, knowing that Fu Jinghen had graciously agreed to participate in the show, subconsciously thought he was coming with Qi Ming. Since Li didn’t have Fu Jinghen’s contact information, he messaged Qi Ming with a barrage of questions.

He inquired every minute about their whereabouts.

Finally, he stopped asking and simply sent a car to wait at the airport.

How long they waited didn’t matter; the main thing was not to make the future gold master daddy wait.

As the trio of Wen Qiao and company walked out of the airport terminal, they thought about asking in the group chat what the current situation was.

Wen Qiao couldn’t be bothered to pull out her phone and raised her chin towards Qi Ming, "You ask."

Qi Ming retorted subconsciously, "Why should I?"

Just as his words fell, he felt a chilling gaze drilling into him.

Qi Ming immediately took out his phone, opened WeChat, and saw the message Director Li had sent him almost an hour ago—

[Li Mushun: After you and President Fu get off the plane, come straight to the parking lot, I’ll wait for you there.]

Qi Ming raised his phone so the couple could see the message, then put away his phone and turned to look for the car.

Wen Qiao snorted softly; indeed, it was her pampered nephew. He could strut around in front of others, but wouldn’t dare to fart in front of his little uncle.

Fu Jinghen was pulling the luggage with one hand and reached out to hold Wen Qiao with the other, "Let’s go."

Habits can be a frightening thing, especially since Wen Qiao picked up on them so quickly. After just a few times, she had already gotten used to being led by Fu Jinghen.

As they walked a few steps forward, Wen Qiao’s mind suddenly flashed back to the WeChat message Director Li had sent to Qi Ming.

?

If she hadn’t run into Qi Ming and Director Li had become restless enough to go into the airport to pick them up, how would they explain why she and Fu Jinghen were together?

And, Wen Qiao looked down at their joined hands and abruptly pulled away.

Her action was quick and forceful, leaving Fu Jinghen a bit dumbstruck by her reaction.

"It’s just that, if Director Li sees us, it wouldn’t be good."

"....."

Wen Qiao, with only her large eyes exposed from under her mask and hat, blinked at Fu Jinghen. Even if he felt displeased, he couldn’t possibly snap at her.

He grunted in response and said nothing more.

Before they could walk further, Wen Qiao tugged at him again.

He turned around.

"Give me my suitcase, I’ll carry it myself."

Fu Jinghen pushed Wen Qiao’s suitcase towards her and walked on without a word.

Wen Qiao stood still, watching Fu Jinghen’s retreating figure, feeling somewhat perplexed.